Twisted Book Emily Novels & Stories

She knows she will never reject such an offer like that. “Discard the invite,” Melissa's father said, and Lauren gasped. The man looks at her with disdain, and she quickly rushes away. She went to a corner when no one could see her and she read the letter again and again. She brought out her little phone and searched for the person. Truly, he is really rich, she gasps at his beauty. “He is really rich and handsome,” Lauren mumbled to herself. She squeezes the letter in her hand with one thing in her mind.

When she saw me inside, her expression soured. "Esmeray, what are you doing here?" she demanded. Before I could answer, Simon replied, "Ms. Esmeray is Mr. Stewart's esteemed guest." Estel shot me a glare and sneered. "Esmeray, don't you always pretend to be so virtuous? Now that there's good news for the family, you're running over faster than a rabbit." I pressed my lips together and responded coldly, "Who's to say this is good news?"

If Miles starts becoming like her, then that’s a world crisis to recover. “Brian is the best.” Hazel smiles at me and keeps batting her eyelashes at me. “The best brother-in-law in this world.” She stands in front of me and gives me a thumbs-up. “The best.” And smiles, showing all of her white teeth. This girl is manipulating me with sweet words and smiles. Oh God, I should have known. She is her father’s daughter, of course, she is going to have something from him. We branded Andrew Simmons as a manipulator in our business community.

Look who got an early present! “Liam! Is that for me?” she screamed with little giggling as she grabbed the bag from his hand. “Well, good morning too, Luna.” Liam amusedly ruffled her hair with his hand as she opened the present. “Oh my! A book? How did you know I wanted this?” her eyes twinkled with delight as she pulled out the three books from the paper bag. Those are limited edition books she heard from the bookstore when she was in the City. And now, she finally had them! She couldn’t hide the joy that she felt and rushed towards Liam and hugged him.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

’ I tell Finn. With a surge of determination, I crushed the steel lock in my grip. The drawer creaked open, and inside lay a single book. I picked it, as I turned the pages. My breath hitched in my throat and my eyes burned with anger at what I found. It was sketches—of Emily. Page after page, after page, her face filled the papers, accompanied by what appeared to be her white wolf with a mark of the moon goddess on her forehead. What kind of obsession was this?

This was darker, hungrier, the kind of voice that commands attention at every single word. Elara’s heart slammed so hard she thought it would crack a rib. She tried to twist, to see his face, but he held her effortlessly, his free hand sliding to her waist , not groping, but firm enough to make her stay in place. “I am curious...,” he started, his deep voice rumbling against her body " What is a lamb like you doing in the midst of wolves?". The tension in her shoulders eased slightly when she realized he might not know who she was.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: ⚠️ DARK. TWISTED. EXPLICIT. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, MANIPULATION, BETRAYAL, AND CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE READERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. "Emily's PoV"

That's it, the young woman opened her eyes, she needed to bury her nose in a book, she needed to lose her soul. Turning from where she was standing near the refreshment table, Emily eyed the grand entrance. All great houses were supposed to have libraries, and if she was right, this one should have one too. Picking up a glass of lemonade from the refreshment table, Emily drank from it freeing her parched throat before hurriedly moving over to the grand entrance as discreetly as possible.